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I try to write as honestly as I can. So here’s the truth:

Growing up, I didn’t have money for the prom. My older sister, through her own sacrifice, splurged and bought my ticket. A few of my close friends rallied around me and lent me a dress to wear. My mom did my hair. Another close friend took me to the mall where we had our makeup done for free. I wore cheap, press-on nails and had to catch a ride and be a fifth wheel with a…